Lust's POV

Horror and I were laying together in his bed. Our relationship has been.... a bit confusing to say the least. We barely know each other and yet, I feel at home with him. He saved me from my uncle. I need to tell him about almost being killed. He might want to know. I was still trying to find the person that made the contract.

I looked over at Horror. I knew he was awake, he just had his eyes closed.

Me: Hey.

He hummed in response.

Me: I'm going to go visit my uncle to tell him about that contract.

Horror: Okay. Wait what! I thought we agreed that you wouldn't speak to him.

Me: I know but he needs to know.

Horror: Let me go with you.

Me: ... ok.

He got up and grabbed his axe. Is that necessary? He reached out his hand for me to grab. He knew where I lived so he was going to teleport us there. I grabbed it and in a flash, we were in New York City.

'Ah yes, New York City. Home sweet home.'

I looked around, admiring the city that never sleeps.

Me: Come with me. I want to show you my apartment. I need to change out of these clothes anyway.

Normally, I wore a black crop top, black jacket with a blue fluffy hood, and black jeans. However, I wanted to dress up in some of my fashion clothing.

He followed me down the street with his war axe in his hands. No one seemed to be bothered by this because everyone knew that monsters, specifically skeletons, were very diverse people. We were different when it came to culture, clothing, everything, even laws.

After walking down a few blocks, I turned left and walked up the stairs to a very elegant apartment building.

We entered the elevator and I pressed the button for floor ten. While we were waiting, I leaned against Horror's shoulder. I sighed.

Horror: Are you okay?

Me: Yes and no. I'm glad that I'm out of the mansion. You're friends look like they want to kill me. But I'm not okay because I have to face my uncle.

He kissed me on the forehead.

Horror: It'll be okay. I'm here.

The elevator door opened and we walked out. I took out my keys. I unlocked the door was greeted with a modern room. We entered my bedroom. I opened the closet door. I had a walk-in closet, as a fashion model should. Horror sat on my bed and watched me cycle through all of my clothing. I decided I would wear a tan turtleneck with a gold strip, black slacks, a white trench coat, and a black scarf.

Me: What do you think?

Horror blushed.

Horror: You look good. You ready to go then?

I nodded.

(Time Skip)

We were walking down the block. Tonight was colder than normal. I held Horror's hand for warmth.

We arrived at a house that was not in great shape.

Me: Stay here.

Horror: Okay but if you get in trouble, I'll come and safe you.

I nodded. I stared at the door. I was scared out of my life. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard shuffling from the other side then my uncle opened the door. When he saw me, his eyes widen.

Uncle: Uh um, come inside Lust.

As I walked in, I was disgusted by the smell of the house. It smelt of meth and other types of drugs. My uncle leaned against the couch. He whispered something.

Me: What was that?

Uncle: You're suppose to be fucking dead!

I then realized. It was my uncle who made the contract.

Me: Is was you! You wanted me dead?! Why?

Uncle: I don't want a whore like you in my family. You remind me too much of your goody two-shoes father and mother. They deserved to die and so do you!

He pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. He pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes and waited for the gunshot. It never came.

Horror was standing in front of me holding his axe in front of him. He deflected the bullet off the side of the blade. He looked pissed.

Horror: You try to hurt him, and I'll fucking kill you.

One swift move and soon, my uncle's head was rolling on the floor. His body and head dusted. There was nothing left. Only his clothes and a pile of grey powder. For some reason, I wasn't horrified by this at all. Honestly, I was relieved. That is, until I finally processed it. I started breaking down crying. Not because my uncle died but because I was happy. Happy that Horror was there for me. He saved me from a nightmare that I couldn't escape my whole life. Horror held me close to him. He sat us down on the floor and whispered sweet nothings to me.

Horror: Shh, it's okay. He's gone now. He won't hurt you anymore.

I was too busy crying to respond back. As a sign of thank you, I kissed him. He got the message. He held me in his arms while I cried until there was no tears left.

He teleported us back to my apartment. He laid us both down on the mattress. He kissed the back of neck.

Horror: I did that because I love you. I don't want to see you get hurt.

Me: I....

I love you too